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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"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."

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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."

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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"If you ever d-" he started, then cut himself off. Death wasn't the only option.

"If you were ever suddenly gone from my life I'd go mad," he said. "I've never had anyone like you in my life, Q and I am frightened of losing you."

He had lost so much, so many people. It wasn't beyond reason that his thoughts turned in that direction.

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"I'm not going to die. I'm not going to vanish. I'm right here, Bond. I'm here, and I've no intention of going anywhere," Q promised quietly. "If I'm taken, you'll find me. If someone tries to harm me, I'll get away. You know that. You've got me forever, James."

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It could only be the truth because it had come from Q. Bond did not believe Q would ever lie to him. It simply wasn't possible. The amount of faith he had in the younger man was epic and, if he thought about it, unfair. It wasn't that his faith was misplaced, only that Q was only human and Bond was zealous.

"Forever," he agreed, then kissed Q again with more passion, more hunger. His fingers worked in against Q's scalp roughly as Bond rolled him onto his back and worked himself between Q's thighs. He broke the kiss when he had to breathe but only found himself gasping kisses down Q's throat and over his collarbones.

[quartermaster_q]

Being with Bond- It was like no other relationship he'd ever been in. Bond was so blunt, so raw and real. For all the man spent most of his life dealing in shadows and lies, Q always felt as if he was seeing the man without masks or fronts.

He couldn't put into words how much that meant to him.

"I love you," he said. "I love you, James Bond. One day we're going to be finished with six and work, and we're going to run away to somewhere even more beautiful than here."

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The promise of a future was something that kept him going. He could follow M's orders regardless of what they were without hesitation when he had the knowledge that eventually he would have his reward.

"I love you," he replied, the simplest of truths. He believed Q never lied to him and in return he would never lie to him.

He had an overwhelming urge to taste Q and he stole one more kiss, sucking the man's tongue and moaning as he did, then he tore away and slid down his body, kissing the trail down his chest, over his belly, all the way to his cock.

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"Just imagine," Q murmured with a gasp. "Us, on some beach, with a beautiful home, and no reason to get out of bed or get dressed... No triggers to pull, no systems to hack-"

As if on queue, Bond's mobile began to buzz.

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Bond had just parted his lips and was mouthing Q's cock, letting the fantasy the man was spinning take root. A beach, a bed, no one to tear them apart...

The mobile's quiet buzz was as jarring as an electric shock. And Bond was too accustomed to responding to it. He groaned in disappointment but moved off Q to look at the screen.

"Taro," he said, sitting up. "Hello?"

"James...tell me you've concluded your business," the villain replied.

"I'm in the middle, actually. Waiting for a call back," he said.

"Tragic," Taro said. "Will there be any tearing you away? You and your pet?"

Bond looked at Q, flushed and hard and beautiful. The thought of Taro seeing him turned Bond's stomach.

"I've put him to bed," he said. "I try to keep business and pleasure separate."

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Q sat up, his erection wilting at the mention of Taro, and then moved closer to listen in.

"I see, I see-" Taro said quietly, sounding a touch nervous. "I understand you're not keen to share, I could tell at the club- I wasn't intending to ask that of you. In truth I've called because the business deal I told you about has fallen through. I thought, perhaps, we could talk- I have some merchandise I need to unload tonight, and I believe I can offer you a very good deal. You see- I have to leave tomorrow morning, I'll not be available for dinner after all."

Q frowned, then looked at Bond. "Running scared. No doubt hoping to sell to you so he can get out on the first flight," the quartermaster whispered.

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It didn't feel right but Bond had forced Taro's hand by murdering the buyer and his companion. He'd hoped they wouldn't be discovered quite so soon but one had to play the cards they were dealt.

"Of course we can meet, Taro," Bond said, rising from the bed and getting back to work. He'd actually spun this scenario as Q had slept, he just hadn't believed it would happen.

"I can come to your bungalow. I'm staying at the Royal Cove as well, actually," the man said. Bond peeked out the window and smiled to himself.

"That would be good. Give me fifteen minutes to clean up and lock up Tyler and then we can discuss business," Bond said.

Taro breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you James. I'll be over shortly."

Bond hung up and looked to Q.

"He's coming here. We need to get ready."