Q

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He hadn't been nervous until he'd found himself in a gown with pen marks on his skin. Laid back on a gurney in medical, a strap across his chest to secure him, that was when he looked to Q.

"Let's get you relaxed, 007," R said, giving him a pat and pushing some drugs into the line into his arm.

Bond opened his eyes to the featureless January sky out the window- stories above, shown for his viewing pleasure on a screen with some curtains hung on it. He took a deep breath and then smacked his sticky tongue against the roof of his mouth. Clearing his throat, he looked around and it all came back to him. Nothing after R's pat, of course, but the reason he was here.

"Q?" he rasped, knowing he'd be close.

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[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"A little hard to take notes when you have me pinned against a door," Q said, breathless and flushed. It didn't stop him from stealing another kiss though.

[0_0_7]

"But what better way to discover how well it will brace a door then to be this close?" Bond spoke into the kiss.

His hand slid lower to grab Q's ass and lift him up the door to eye level.

Using his legs, of course.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q wanted to scold him, to remind him not to overdo it, just in case... But all he could do was moan and kiss him again.

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Bond devoured him, then slowly let him down and stepped back a bit. His eyes burned with desire.

"Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted you? Wanted you in ways I couldn't have?" he asked, grabbing fistfuls of Q'S SHIRT TO DRAG HIM TO THE BED.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Usually this was around the time when Q would pretend to put up a fight or play coy, but he couldn't even pretend to, not now, not as James hauled him into the bedroom for the first time in what felt like forever. For once the boffin as nothing but the picture of obedience as he sat on the edge of the bed and rested his hands on James' thighs.

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Bond plunged his fingers into Q's hair and admired him for a moment.

"You still haven't written anything down," he noted, slipping his fingers from Q's hair so he could draw his thumb across his lips.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Yes, well, the boss isn't here to reprimand me, you know?" Q quipped, leaning into James' touch. "I do take wonderful mental notes though."

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"You say that now. But remember, I know how to make your mind go blank," he smirked as he began to undress.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q blushed a bit at that, then leaned back slightly to get a better view as James undressed.

"I missed you," he admitted, feeling a bit guilty once he'd said it. It wasn't like James had been gone after all.

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"I missed me, too," he said as he tossed his jacket and tie aside and began to unbutton his shirt.

"That's behind us now," he assured him.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q wasn't sure it was that simple, but James sounded so sure that he wanted to believe him. So he nodded, struggling to take his eyes off James, but eventually starting to unbutton his own top.

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"Tsk," came from Bond. He reached out to ake Q's hands from his own buttons to put them on Bond's belt.

"Me first," he ordered.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q huffed a bit, but did as he was told- Though he took his time as he undid James' belt and pulled it free from the belt loops that held it.

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Bond was in no rush, but as soon as the belt was free, he took it from Q and wrapped it round his neck and held on, forcing him to look up.

"And the rest," he said, holding him there.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q made a small sound at the feeling of the belt against his neck, but only paused a beat before continuing to undress the other man.

"Might have to take off your own socks," he said, holding Bond's gaze.

[0_0_7]

"Might leave my socks on," he smirked. "I can't go on if you gave me strange toes..."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Yes, because that's what I want to look at. Strange toes," Q said dryly.

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"You might...I don't know what you get up to online," he chuckled, his resolve breaking just a bit.

It felt so good, so normal.Like it should. No tender touches, no hesitation, no fear of enthusiasm ending in pain.

His love for Q warmed his gaze as his smile settled into the corner of his mouth.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q noticed the smile, and he couldn't help but return it.

"And you never will," he assured him. "Some of us know how to delete our search history."

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"And some of us know how to dig through the trash even if someone were to try. I'm no fool, Q," Bond said with a warm pride to the words.

Q impressed him daily, and he realized as his cock began to swell and there was to pain to steal the moment from him, the man should know.

"I might love your mind the most," he sai as his fly began to strain.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Really? I think the belt around my neck begs to differ. I don't think all this is leading to an intellectual discussion," Q quipped.

[0_0_7]

"No," he said, reaching down to free his cock,, shoving his trousers and pants down together.

"You're mind-blowing in more ways than one," he said as he held himself rigid and pulled Q to him with the leather.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q protested a little, but parted his lips in offering as he held Bond's gaze and took the tip of his cock between his lips.

[0_0_7]

With Q's lips around him, his hand fell away from his cock and he pulled the belt just a little more...then held Q there, buried in his throat for a moment.

The belt simply fell away, then and Bond let Q do as he please.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q took his time, enjoying how it felt to just indulge in the other man without worrying he might be in pain or uncomfortable. He teased and toyed with him, until finally he let his cock slip from his lips.