Q - Valentine's

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The reservations had been made weeks in advance and Bond took the liberty of picking out Q's clothes for him. There were roses on the table, champagne chilled and waiting, and a decadent meal created by one of the top chef's in London. The lights were low and the restaurant quiet but for a violin.

Bond sat across from Q, his eyes sparkling as he sat mesmerized by how deeply and truly he loved this man. He still hadn't returned to work but Bon dhad found he was quite enjoying throwing himself into building a relationship. he'd never really done that before. Everything for him had always moved so quickly- he grabbed onto women in case he might die tomorrow- so having the luxury of time was a blessing.

"Oh, here's the food," he said as the waiter arrived and broke his reverie.

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"I didn't think you'd take it as a threat," he chuckled. "Champagne first, though, I think."

[quartermaster_q]

Q nodded in agreement, leaving the bubbly to Bond while he set up the laptop.

Settling in on the bed, Q plugged in the drive and opened the file folder, skimming through until he found a video of them that he liked. ... Just a lazy morning filmed clumsily on Q's phone. Nothing sexy, just clumsy kisses and soft smiles.

"I love this one," he confessed.

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Bond sipped his champagne as he joined Q and settled in to watch. He caressed the man with his free hand and smiled at the tender scene.

"I remember when you had your mobile out for this," he said. "What do you love about it so much?"

From the soft tone of his voice it was clear he was quite charmed by the lazy scene as well.

[quartermaster_q]

"It's just- So remarkably normal. Sometimes I forget that the job doesn't have to take over every last part of our lives. ...We're capable of normal, and it's a beautiful treat," Q said softly, letting the video play again, then stopping it and turning hi attention to Bond.

"Like tonight. Tonight's normal- Well, normal for us," he smirked.

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"I never thought I'd have normal before I met you," Bond smiled. "...For a given definition of normal. But you're right- we are capable of long mornings in bed, dinner and a romantic get away, and maybe one day we can manage a holiday where it's just a holiday."

[quartermaster_q]

"I think I'd like that very much," Q said softly, smiling and touching Bond's cheek.

"Let's focus on the present for now- What would you like, James?" he asked softly, his fingers dancing down Bond's neck towards his chest.

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He took another slow sip of his very good champagne and then put the glass aside. One hand held Q's shoulder, the other his face, and Bond studied him for a moment.

"Where to begin..." he said. "I think I want to have you slowly. As much as I relish the idea of having you fast against the wall, I think slow would be better. I want to see you. I want to feel you. I love how you arch and how you gasp and that whimper that you can't control," he purred as he moved in to kiss along Q's collar bone and up his neck.

[quartermaster_q]

Practically purring, Q eased in closer, his fingers drifting and then climbing their way up Bond's spine as he slipped an arm around the double-o.

"I can control anything," he countered stubbornly.

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"I've no doubt you'll try," he replied, nuzzling Q's neck before moving to his ear. His breath was hot as he traced the shape with his tongue then sucked the lobe.

"But you should see yourself when you ride me. Beautiful chaos..." he whispered.

[quartermaster_q]

Q laughed softly at that, ducking his head to hide the faint tint of rose that suddenly burned his cheeks.

"I'm certain I've got no idea what you mean," he replied, growling playfully as he bit down lightly on Bond's shoulder.

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The laugh was echoed on the computer as that lazy Sunday couple made one another happy beyond measure. It made Bond smile now to hear Q's laughter in stereo. He pushed forward, forcing him down to the bed, the laptop jostled away.

"Then let me remind you," he said. Hands, lips, breath...and then he began to rut against Q and his brain shut down and lust took over.

[quartermaster_q]

Bond pushed him down, but Q still arched up to meet him, even as he bit his bottom lip to silence himself.

It was unfair just how much of an effect Bond had on him, simply by being near.

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That Q didn't make a sound didn't even register. He was hard as he'd ever been, and there was nothing stopping him from taking what he wanted. He kissed Q, eager and hungry kisses that were hot and wet and deep. He rutted harder, aching for release, aching to fill the other man.

"I need you," he said breathlessly. "I'll wait until you're ready...but, Christ, I want you..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q finally surrendered, letting out a whimper as he clutched at Bond tightly.

"I'm always ready for you," he confessed quietly, a small part of him resenting just how weak Bond made him- Just how weak he was when it came to the double-o.

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"Oh?" he smirked, then began to move down Q's body. This time there was no teasing, no seduction. This time he licked Q's cock and bobbed on his length to coax him erect, then he was spreading him to fuck him with the blunt heat of his tongue. There was lube beside the bed but Bond wanted intimacy as much as he wanted to get off and there was little that was more intimate than making Q needy.

[quartermaster_q]

"Is this- Is this how you make your targets fall so easily, Bond?" Q asked breathlessly. "Do you simply devour them until they crumble at your feet?"

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Bond didn't answer that, too busy working on making Q crumble. He didn't want to talk about targets or how he seduced them. Compared to what he had with Q that was tawdry, even a bit disgusting. He wouldn't bring those thoughts into their bed.

He held Q securely, a hand on his arse and one on his thigh. He got him wet, so very wet, and only stopped when the man was flexing, his body eager. It was only then he went for the lube to finish the preparation.

[quartermaster_q]

Q was moaning and writhing slowly on the bed, his toes curled and fingers reaching for the other man.

"Please," he murmured softly. "God, Bond, please..."

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"You tear me apart when you say please," Bond said, wet fingers sliding into Q to get him ready. Bond gasped at the feeling of the man's body clenching around him. He was quick about it- he had no interest in waiting. He needed Q. Needed him desperately.

[quartermaster_q]

Q was panting and moaning, but that didn't stop him from making a dry quip.

"So if I say please next time I ask for you to re... Return the tech- Will you?"

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Bond chuckled softly at that. He tried, he truly did, but bringing back the tech was asking a lot.

"Maybe," he replied then withdrew his fingers so he could spread him, settle into place, then slide in. Inch by inch he claimed Q, eyes locked on him, unblinking.

[quartermaster_q]

Q rocked into it, offering himself up and enjoying every inch of the other man as he stretched and filled him.

"God- I could do this forever with you."

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"Nnngh, godyes," Bond groaned. He held Q securely, setting a maddeningly slow pace. He felt it not just in his cock but in his legs and back, his arse and his chest.

"I love you. Love you. Love you so much. Q...my Q..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q cried out in pleasure, his head tipping back as he grit his teeth- Then relaxed into it with a low moan.

"God- James... Fuck," he swore softly.

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Slowly. So slowly. Bond bent low over him and kissed him, his hips rocking in, in deeper.

"Can this be forever?" he asked softly. "Can I have you like this forever?"