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]

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.

[0_0_7]

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.

[0_0_7]

"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."

[0_0_7]

"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.

[0_0_7]

Bond sighed softly, and reached down to stroke Q's cheek.

"Now you can get to my socks," he smirked.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Absolutely not," Q said, so surprised by the request he actually scoffed.

Q had never been very obedient, but it was clear in the time James had been injured he'd forgotten he should at least pretend.

[0_0_7]

Bond still had the buckle end of the belt in his hand and he lifted it to drag the cold leather along Q's back as a threat.

"You're certain?" he asked evenly.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q shivered a little, watching Bond with that owl like gaze behind thick rimmed glasses.

"I'm certain."

[0_0_7]

A heartbeat later, the belt lashed his back as Bond kept his eyes locked on Q.

"You're certain?" he asked again with a dark, wicked twist to his smile.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q whimpered but didn't back down at all. He knew what he was asking for.

"I'm certain."

[0_0_7]

Bond wet his lips, changed his grip, then struck him again. And again. And again.

A gentle finger lifted Q's chin.

"Socks," he said simply to offer Q a rest.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q was visibly in pain, doing his best not to cry out at each strike, but when James spoke again, he remained stubborn.

"Absolutely not," the boffin replied.

[0_0_7]

"You're certain?" Bond challenged, just one more time.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

It was only then Q seemed to hesitate. He liked the pain, the sting of it- But that didn't mean he didn't get nervous.

"I'm not taking off your bloody socks," he said finally. "That's disgusting."

[0_0_7]

"You'll be licking your own come from between my bare toes if you keep it up," Bond scolded sharply.

He didn't hit him again, though. He let his clothes fall and stepped out, socks still on...and only socks on. He lifted Q and tossed him onto the bed, then began to lash him. The hardest lashes landed on the bed near him, and most fell across Q's thigh.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q took it, but eventually tried to squirm away.

"Stop," he gasped, whimpering a little and wiggling away.