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 was absolutely coated in sunscreen, a large hat and thick sunglasses offering additional sun protection as he joined Bond.

"I really don't think I'm fit to snorkel, Bond. A boat might be alright... Though honestly, all this sun is doing my head in," he confessed.

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Bond flashed Q a dirty smirk. "I could take you in out of the sun and do my best to distract you," he purred. "Then we can take advantage of the sunset and the moonlight..."

[quartermaster_q]

"I can't tell how serious you're being through these sunglasses," Q replied, letting them slide down his nose so he could look at the double-o.

"I feel like I'm getting heatstroke. Why on earth do people come places like this?"

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"You just don't get out of your lab enough," Bond chuckled. "I could have taken you to the desert. Bolivia, or Egypt. That's heat," he said. Then he took pity on him.

"Come along. We'll wash the sand off and have a nap."

[quartermaster_q]

Nodding, Q pushed his glasses back up his nose and began to walk alongside Bond.

"I've never been very fond of the sun," he confessed.

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"Then our next vacation you can plan," he said warmly. "Where would you go, given the freedom? Skiing?"

[quartermaster_q]

"I suppose 'my bed' isn't the answer you're looking for," the young quartermaster quipped.

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"Your bed sounds divine," he replied, slipping his arm around Q. They entered the vacation house with all the finest amenities- Bond wasn't about to take one of those cheap huts that lines the boardwalk. No, even in a tropical paradise he wanted marble and chrome and a crystal clear swimming pool.

He brushed the sand off Q on the porch then lead him inside.

"Let's take a shower to get rid of the salt and sand and then we can see what use we can make of the bed."

He had a feeling the use was going to be 'sleep' on Q's part but he could hold out hope.

[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.

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

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."

[quartermaster_q]

"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.

[quartermaster_q]

"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.

[quartermaster_q]

"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.

[quartermaster_q]

If he could have, Q would have smiled then.

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