Q

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It was a lazy Sunday but Bond was not particularly enjoying it. Every day was lazy these days. He hated being on medical leave. He understood, he did, he was hardly service ready when he couldn't remember anything more than a few years ago. He'd begun to get bits back, recalling the most odd snatches of things. Things from his childhood, from Eton, from the Navy. But it wasn't enough to get him working again.

He sat on the sofa with a glass of scotch and Q's tablet. He was going through the man's blog, looking at the pictures from last year. He was shameless about it, about enjoying the sight of the man he loved. Q was beautiful and Bond loved the different pictures.

He found one he particularly liked and he stopped to study it. Maybe Sunday wouldn't be a waste. He could enjoy his fiance.

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Bond turned on him with one fluid motion, predatory grace personified. He caught Q's face and kissed him deeply, fingers pushing into his hair while he used his own weight to push the man into the sofa.

[quartermaster_q]

It honestly took the young quartermaster a moment to remember he was supposed to be playing hard to get- And though he melted into the kiss at first, he did eventually try and pull away, protesting quietly- Even though his noticeable erection and flushed cheeks made it very clear he was keen for more.

It was impossible to really pretend he didn't want Bond.

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Q did his best to fight Bond off and the man backed away, a wolfish smile on his lips.

"Are you going to make me carry you to the bedroom like a caveman? Or do you envision us snogging on the sofa until we go mad?" he asked.

[quartermaster_q]

"You mean I can't have both?" Q asked, flashing a playful hint of a smirk as he adjusted himself through his trousers.

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Bond could only chuckle for a moment, enjoying the sight of Q- his color high and his action as obscene as it was necessary. He reached out to touch his face, thn trailed those fingers down his chest.

"Whatever we do, whatever games or novelies, please don't ever think I could pretend I don't love you. Because I am absolutely, completely taken with you. How drab my life was before you came into it..."

[quartermaster_q]

"As was mine before you, Bond," Q assured him. "There is nothing in the world I cherish more than you. I don't tell you that nearly enough."

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"You tell me more than enough to stroke my ego," Bond assured him.

He moved to the side and laid down, his head in Q's lap. He lonly looked up at him for a moment, then he rolled so he could map the shape of the man's erection with his lips.

[quartermaster_q]

Smiling softly, Q settled in and stroked Bond's hair, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

"I love you, James Bond."

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Bond practically purred as Q's fingers raked against his scalp. He pressed his face to the man's groin and enjoyed the heat and firmness for a long moment before he pushed himself up.

"Quite good you do," he grinned, then kissed Q tenderly, making it clear he felt the same.

[quartermaster_q]

Q pulled the glasses off the other man's face, then smiled.

"Take me to bed, double-o seven."

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Bond rose from the sofa and then pulled Q up after him. He pulled him toward the bedroom, walking backward so he could fuss with the younger man's tie.

"I'm dying to know what pants you picked," he admitted as he pulled the knot loose.

[quartermaster_q]

"I think you'll like them. I noticed you admiring them in the shop," Q grinned, pushing Bond towards the bed.

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He moved toward the bed, toeing off his shoes as he went. His hands itched to undress Q so he smoothed them over his chest and belly to still the urge.

"I'll admire them more on you," he said, trying to think of which pair they might be. He'd been drawn to quite a few.

[quartermaster_q]

Q smiled, starting to remove his shirt, stripping slowly for the other man.

"Do you want to do the honours of removing my trousers?" he grinned, dropping his shirt.

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As Q undressed Bond pulled off his jumper and undid the top two buttons. He didn't need any more of an invitation than that, though. He smiled softly and stepped in so he could undo Q's fly and slowly reveal what the man had on underneath.

"I feel like I'm being rewarded for my patience," he said. "I really was quite prepared to drag you into the stockroom of that shop, you know..."

[quartermaster_q]

"Oh, now that could have been hot," Q smiled, watching Bond's face as he uncovered the black panties. Shiny and tight, and very provocative.

"Though I'd gladly be intimate with you anywhere."

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"Don't say that...I might get bold at the most inappropriate time," he replied. Bond looked, just looked, for a long moment. Then he reached out and with light fingertips he traced the shape of Q's erection through the pants.

"These are lovely," he said softly. A finger hooked into the waist and tugged so he could peek inside. "A very good choice."

[quartermaster_q]

Q grinned, wetting his lips.

"Oh, I think they're all quite delicious," he smiled. "I can't wait for you to see them all."

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"I look forward to it. Your pants are a delight," Bond said, pulling Q close so he could ghost his lips against the angle of the man's jaw on the way to his ear. Once there he whispered, "I do love getting pictures texted to me. And I love that I never know when I'll get such a treat."

[quartermaster_q]

"I love sending them," Q confessed. "It was always fun, posting them, but there's an extra thrill in knowing you'll see them. It's better that you see them. Much more exciting."

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Bond took a step back, then another. He admired Q there, bare but for the pants. He was all long lines, flat planes and sharp angles. Lithe and beautiful.

He undid his cuffs first, then the rest of undressing only took a few moments. His own pants were unremarkable and he shed them along with everything else. Then he caught Q's hand to pull him down onto the bed.

"Tell me what you think of when you're taking the pictures," he said, almost demanding. "Do you think of how quickly I'll get hard when I see it? What do you think of when you catch me looking at your blog?"

[quartermaster_q]

"I think about how you'll be itching for me. How you'll be eager- unstoppable. I love that. You, prowling and pacing... I watch you at work sometimes, when you've been looking at my blog, you start to pace and stalk about. It's unbelievably arousing," Q purred, stroking the other man's cheek.

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"The power you have over me is what's unbelievable," Bond said, ducking down to kiss Q's chest, raking his teeth over skin and sucking faint marks. "My god, you drive me out of my head..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q groaned softly, his head tipping back and fingers raking through Bond's hair.

"Good. I want to be in your head. I like being in your head."

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"Fuck, I love your voice. Your body. Your eyes. I love your mind. Your wit. Your...everything..." he murmured, the words coming between kisses as he worked his way lower and lower. Q's pants were far too compelling and he needed to investigate them just a little more.