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]

The young boffin didn't argue, nodding and then slipping inside.

Quietly, he sorted out a pair of pyjamas and changed. He considered putting some water on to boil, but even tea sounded like too much work tonight. He just wanted to go to bed and erase tonight from his mind.

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Bond checked around and then took note of the next bungalow over where he knew Taro was staying with David and his body guards. The lights were dark. The man hadn't yet come back from the club.

When he walked in he pulled out a bottle and poured himself a glass. Two fingers. He drank it as he began to slip out of his suit. He went slowly, as iff he were peeling off armor.

Undressed, he sat on the edge of the bed, slowly finishing the scotch.

[quartermaster_q]

Q didn't ask if Bond was alright. In fact, he nearly just slipped between the sheets and called it a night- But the hard line of tension in Bond's shoulders drew him closer, and eventually he settled behind him, his fingers beginning to loosen the knots and rub away the tension.

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His muscles were rigid, but Q's touch slowly had him relaxing and leaning back into his hands. He sipped. Sipped. Swallowed the last and put the glass aside.

Bond looked back over his shoulder and caught sight of Q for just a moment. That was his undoing.

"I do want to understand," he said quietly.

[quartermaster_q]

Q's fingers stilled for a moment, then started to move again.

"Alright," he agreed softly. "When we get back, I'll take you somewhere. Just to watch. Just to get a feel for what it's really like."

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He was quiet and still for a long moment and then nodded.

"With Hex," he said. "I don't want to watch you with a complete stranger and I know he's a good man. And he's medical, so..."

He wasn't sure what he was saying, just that he knew if he was going to do this he needed to control as many variables as possible.

[quartermaster_q]

"I'd actually thought we might watch another couple, but if you think you'd gain more from watching me with Hex, I can ask him if he's open to letting you watch," Q nodded.

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"I'm not interested in anyone else," Bond said, rising and turning so he could face Q as he joined him on the bed.

"I want to see what you like," he said. "I want to learn to be the one who drives you mad with need. I want to be the one beating you and petting you. I want to make you beg like that boy on the stage when we first arrived. That wasn't torture. I...I don't know what that was. I know they were both enjoying themselves, though."

[quartermaster_q]

The thought of sharing something like that with Bond was enough to make Q flush slightly with arousal, and he nodded in agreement.

"You don't have to do this though, I understand now why it's so strange a concept to you. The things you do for the job, the things you're subjected to... The people you deal with. I can understand wanting something softer and kinder. You deserve that."

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"You deserve to be happy, too, Q," Bond pointed out. "I want to satisfy you. I want you to run to me for comfort...even if- especially if- it's comfort from something I've done. All I'm asking is to understand, Q. I can't promise I'll like it. Or need it. Maybe I will if I can learn how what you like is different from what I know. I've seen things like Taro's display so many times. It's coloured my perception, I think."

[quartermaster_q]

Q nodded a little, settling back against the pillows and then reaching to touch Bond's cheek.

"We'll see," he offered softly. "Let's not talk about it tonight, Bond. Right now I'm not even certain I want that any more. I'd forgotten how brutal people can be. How cold and unkind..."

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"No more tonight," he agreed, glad to let the topic rest. The liquor had warmed him and relaxed him and Bond stretched out and settled against Q to hold him lightly.

"I love going to sleep to the sound of the ocean," he murmured, his hand exploring Q's body and yet demanding nothing.

[quartermaster_q]

"There is something genuinely soothing about it," Q agreed with a gentle sigh, shifting slightly until he was comfortably pressed against Bond, one arm slung around the other man as he yawned and closed his eyes.

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Bond tried to sleep. He did. But he was still thrumming with adrenaline from the assassination, still keyed up from the meeting with Taro, not to mention the racing thoughts of Q tied up and begging like that first young man had been...

He tried to sleep, but instead he laid still, holding Q and listening to the way the younger man's breathing complimented the crashing of the waves.

[quartermaster_q]

Q slept, but not for long, eventually rolling over to get comfortable enough to settle back in- Only to find himself looking at a wide awake Bond.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his hand coming to rest lightly on the other man's hip, his thumb stroking back and forth over smooth skin.

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"I'm going over scenarios. Go back to sleep," he said softly, pointedly not answering the question. Q's touch only amplified the desire he felt...which was, frankly, a bit confusing. He was working hard to put the club out of his mind.

[quartermaster_q]

"I'm not tired now," Q said, his voice hushed and soft as he pressed closer and let his hand slip around to cup Bond's arse.

"Stop thinking so much. You need to relax, James."

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Q came closer and Bond pushed back until their bodies were flush together. Skin on skin, feeling Q's hands and legs, Bond heard what he said and he nodded.

"Easier said than done," he replied, then nuzzled in against Q's neck. Breathing him in didn't mean he quit thinking, only that he quit thinking about his job.

[quartermaster_q]

"Tell me what you want," Q whispered softly. "Tell me what you need, double-o seven."

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That made him chuckle softly and rock his hips forward. His erection slid against Q's soft skin, making his wants known.

"I need you all over me," he said before seeking a slow kiss. "I need your hands. Breath. I need you close, Q. Drive out work- I only want to think about you."

[quartermaster_q]

Smiling softly, Q rocked his hips forward as well, rutting against Bond as he let his hands begin to roam over warm skin.

"I don't believe I can get any closer," he said, offering a faint laugh as he leaned in to kiss his way along Bond's shoulder.

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Bond reached up and plunged his fingers into Q's unruly hair, dry from too much sun and too many showers. He pulled him close and cut off the protests with a deep kiss, one that was slow and sweet enough to make him ache. His body moved against Q's, rutting and squirming to get just that much closer.

[quartermaster_q]

Moaning into the kiss, Q arched towards Bond and whimpered against his lips.

He clung to Bond, gripping him tightly and bucking against him in search of a little more friction and pleasure.

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Oh, this was so good. Q made it too easy. Once upon a time Bond had fucked his way through the world, finding beautiful women who could please him for a night and that he could discard in the morning. It had worked for his needs but he hadn't realized how empty it was, how hollow. Now that he had this, now that he had Q who knew him so terribly well it seemed to him he'd lived his life making one mistake after another. Now that he had Q- intimacy and love and acceptance- he felt right.

"I need you," he whispered against Q's lips. And then even softer he said, "It frightens me just how much I need you."

[quartermaster_q]

"Why?" Q asked quietly, ducking his head and nuzzling Bond's neck. "Why would you be frightened?"

Narrow fingers wandered over skin, moving lower until they were smoothing over Bond's thigh.