Q - vacation part 2

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They had island hopped through the Caribbean and today found them on the small island of St. Vincent. White sand beaches, comfortable huts set on the water, palms swaying in the warm ocean breeze. Bond could not have asked for a better spot to relax. He had been swimming and emerged from the water, skin golden from the sun and water beading on his skin and running down in rivulets. He spied Q and smiled at him, walking to meet him.

"I think we should go to the marina and rent a boat," he said. "We could snorkel on the reef. It would be fun. What do you say?"

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[quartermaster_q]

Q slunk along after him, discarding his hat and glasses along the way.

The place really was lush and expensive looking. The bathroom was no exception, from the massive bathtub to the shower with himalayan salt built into the floor. It was beautiful, relaxing, and hard not to be drawn in by it all as he began to strip.

"I'm so covered in sunscreen I feel like I may slip and break my neck," he confessed.

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"You'll be fine," Bond assured him as he shimmied out of his skin tight trunks. He had quite the tan line, his ass quite pale in contrast to his sun kissed skin everywhere else.

"And you'll scrub up fast enough. Then there won't be any risk at all. Come on," he beckoned, starting the taps so the water would be warm.

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Moving to stand behind the other man, Q slipped his arms around Bond and pressed a soft kiss to his back.

"You smell like the sea," he said softly.

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"You smell like coconut," he said, smiling as he covered Q's arms with his own hands. "Mmm, and you feel perfect. I love you against my back," he admitted.

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Grinning, Q nipped playfully at Bond's shoulder, then pulled away.

"You're perfect everywhere," he said, giving the other man's bum a playful smack, then moving to see if the water was warm enough yet.

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The smack snapped him out of the romance of the moment and Bond laughed aloud. He stepped out of the way so Q could have the full force of the water.

"Do you feel like dinner out or in?" he asked. "I know it's hours away but we'll need a reservation."

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"Oh, we're so delightfully naked now, Bond. Why put clothes on now?" he smiled. "Let's eat in. You can feed me something expensive, and I'll lick your fingers clean," he grinned, tipping his head back and letting the spray wash over him.

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Bond took up the gel douche and the fresh sea sponge and began to scrub Q up.

"An offer like that...every other option pales. I get to have you naked all day and all night? Best idea you've had today," he grinned.

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"What can I say? You've converted me into a true heathen," Q murmured, leaning into the touch as Bond washed him.

"And I must confess, I'm getting quite used to being so spoiled..."

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"I'm happy to spoil you. You deserve all the finer things in the world, Q," he purred agaist Q's neck.

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"As do you," Q said, pulling away slowly, then turning to face the double-o as he dropped to his knees and began to kiss his way up Bond's thigh.

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Bond's cock jerked with interest as he looked down at the gorgeous sight of Q on his knees.

"Believe me...you spoil me," he said breathlessly.

[quartermaster_q]

Water was splashing down on them both, and Q drank it from Bond's skin with a soft moan.

"Don't touch me," he said softly. "In fact, I think your hands should be against the glass," he murmured, nuzzling the other man's cock, then nipping at the inside of his thigh.

It was rare Q took the lead when they were intimate, but being bossy was something he was quite good at really. It was something that would likely fade before they reached the bed- But here, and now, he expected Bond to do as he was told.

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"Is that how it's going to be?" Bond asked, then immediately obeyed. He pressed his palms to the glass, eyes trained on Q. When the man sounded like that, so confident about giving orders, Bond was helpless. He'd obey anything Q asked for.

[quartermaster_q]

Q only hummed, then parted his lips and took the very tip of the man's cock between them.

He suckled gently, his hands sliding up to hold Bond's hips as he teased and stimulated him.

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"Christ, Q," Bond ground out breathlessly, his hips jerking forward for more. It seemed, though, that Q had his own intentions and so Bond stilled himself and held the glass and submitted to the slow torture of pleasure.

"Your tongue is sinful," he gasped, eyes trained on Q's soft lips and the way his cock twitched under that attention.

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If he could have, Q would have smiled then.

Instead he took Bond deeper, his tongue swirling around and lapping at tender flesh.

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Bond's fingers tried to curl, squeaking on the wet glass. He gasped, gasped again, and he indulged in closing his eyes for a moment so he could concentrate on the sensations. The heat of the water and the way it beat on him and ran down. The coolness of Q's mouth by contrast, and the softness of that delicious mouth of his. Q could talk to him and have him weak- he was utterly helpless with the man's lips and tongue working over him.

"Please," he said breathlessly. "Please, Q..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q lingered a moment longer, then slowly let Bond's cock slip free with a satisfying pop.

"Please what?" he asked softly, taking pleasure in denying the other man. He smiled then, pressing a kiss to the other man's hip, then rising slowly to take up the discarded wash cloth so he could begin to scrub the double-o's back.

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"Oh, you are the most vile tease," he groaned, but gladly leaned back into Q's touch. He was tormented but gladly so. He could be happy so long as he was the focus of Q's attention.

"Please don't stop," he murmured as he rounded his back and chased the soap. "You make me never want to leave the room...you're an awful influence."

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"I just have more self control than you, Bond," Q replied, rinsing away the soap, then moving Bond so he could continue his torment.

"As soon as we step out of this shower, we can move at whatever pace you like, but in here? My rules," the quartermaster purred, beginning to wash Bond's chest, then moving the sponge lower and lower, until he was back on his knees, washing James' legs, then finally his feet.

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"At this pace you'll be lucky if I don't have you against the bathroom door," he groaned. They both knew he had a bit more control than that, but his arousal was undeniable. He wanted Q all the time and it took very little for him to jump at the opportunity to have the younger man- in whatever way possible.

But Bond was a good agent when he felt like being one and he followed Q's instructions to the letter, remaining still and keeping his hands to himself as his Quartermaster drove him wild.

[quartermaster_q]

Q only smiled, watching the water rinse away the soap before leaning in and kissing the inside of Bond's thigh.

He was gentle at first, scattering soft kisses, then building up to an aggressive little love bite as he marked the man as his with lips and teeth.

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Bond's swim trunks were small enough that there would be no hiding the mark. Bond reached for the wall to hang on, moaning wantonly at the slow pain.

"Damn it, Q," he exhaled. Surely the man had to be nearly done. Bond wasn't sure he could make it much longer.

[quartermaster_q]

Smiling, Q pressed one last kiss to the angry mark, then moved to get to his feet.

"Let's dry off," he said, relinquishing control with casual grace.