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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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..."

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"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.

[quartermaster_q]

"Shall I list all the things I adore about you as well? I'll warn you, it could take hours. Days, even. I could talk about your hands, how warm and firm they are- The shape of your lips, the creases around your eyes when you smile..." Q purred.

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"You can talk about me," Bond replied, quite happy to hear what Q liked. But he was otherwise preoccupied, catching Q's pants in his teeth and pulling them down to free his erection. That was what he really wanted. He was dying to taste Q. He'd been so patient, he felt.

[quartermaster_q]

"I love your voice, I love the way you pose with your gun... I love the heat of your breath on my skin..." Q moaned, his hips lifting slightly.

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He exhaled when Q said that, his hot breath feathering across the man's cock. Then his tongue chased the sensation away, licking up the length of him. He did that again and again, moaning softly as he enjoyed tracing the shape of him. Bond loved Q's cock and was quite happy to spend time worshiping him.

[quartermaster_q]

"Mmm- You spoil me," Q moaned. "Your mouth is- marvellous I could lay like this forever, your lips on me..."

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"If you had any idea how much time I spend thinking about the taste of you..." he murmured, then closed his lips around Q's length and sucked him to the back of his throat. That drew another groan from him and he grabbed the man's hips to pull his pants down to his thighs, getting them completely out of the way.

[quartermaster_q]

Q panted softly, hips bucking up hard as he moaned and gripped the other man's hair tightly.

"Fuck," he swore, the word rolling off his lips.

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Q bucked and his cock slid into Bond's throat for a moment. It made his own cock jump, eager for attention. But he was busy, consumed with sucking the other man, enjoying the taste of him and the way he filled his mouth. Bond bobbed on him, loving the fingers in his hair.

[quartermaster_q]

"Oh- Oh, James, if you don't stop... I'm not sure I've got that sort of self control tonight," Q panted, his hips bucking up hard.

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Bond pulled off, sucking as he did. Then he rose up so he could pull Q's pants off completely, freeing his legs so he could spread them.

"That's why I haven't so much as pushed against the bed. I'm on the very edge and we've barely gotten started," he said breathlessly. "And I want you so much. I want you so badly, Q."

[quartermaster_q]

"Perhaps we should slow down. A glass of wine, some fruit... You can feed me grapes," he smiled, still panting and a little breathless.

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"The last thing I want to do is slow down," Bond said. There were plenty of things he could think of to prolong the evening. First off he moved and grabbed Q to roll him over.

"What a lovely sight," he said as he began to knead the man's arse and spread him. Bond leaned down and his tongue found the most sensitive skin.

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Mewling softly, Q clawed at the sheets and rutted lightly against the mattress as he swore and gasped.

"Devious bastard," he panted with a breathless laugh.

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Bond moved slowly, enjoying every sound Q made. He held him just tightly enough that the man couldn't getaway from his ministrations as his tongue licked and thrust and drove him mad.