Q

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They were on the trail of an arms dealer who was proving to be ellusive. But Bond found his man at a resort in St. Croix and after making contact- where he'd pissed the man off even as he'd gotten a name- he then proceeded to seduce the man's girlfriend. Call it a back door. They went back to her villa and Bond snogged her a bit, working her up, then suggested strawberries and champagne and a shower, which she gladly agreed to. He placed the order as she slipped into the bathroom and out of her barely-there gown. As he spoke in broken French he downloaded the contents of the private laptop onto a stick for Q. The porter on the phone asked for how many the order was for and Bond said one...then abruptly left. He had what he'd come for.

In the car he patched into Q branch and set up his GPS. "I'm on my way to the landing strip, Q," he said, taking the island roads at breakneck speeds. "I'll meet Fleix on the flight and be back in London shortly for you to go over the information I've gotten."

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Bond held Q's hip and checked the camera, aware of it every moment. He wondered what Q would choose to clip, what he'd add to the blog...and what they could rewatch privately to enjoy.

His cock slid in easily but skin didn't touch skin. His shirt tail kept them apart just that much.

"What a mouth you have on you," he said, thrusting sharper, faster.

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His breath caught, and Q started panting harder, small sounds of pleasure escaping with each thrust.

"You love my mouth," he managed to say, his voice tight and breathless. "Nearly as much as you love my cock... Or my arse."

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"I do love your arse," he said, punctuating his sentiment with a hard thrust. "And your cock..."

He reached around to take Q in hand and pull him off as he continued to drive into him.

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Panting hard, Q rocked back and forth, torn between meeting Bond's thrusts, and seeking more friction from the man's palm.

Whimpering, he pulled hard on the tie that bound him, and then let out a cry of pleasure.

"Oh- Oh god... James," he mewled. "I can't..."

His cock was throbbing in the double-o's palm, and it was clear he was going to come undone at any moment.

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"You can...you will...do it," Bond groaned, eager to feel Q grip him tight and clench around him. He needed it and he leaned forward and bit into Q's shoulder to stifle the raw groans that were pulled from him.

[quartermaster_q]

When Q came, he came hard, his whole body trembling and clenching as he cried out in pleasure. His hands were going red, no slack left in his bonds as he trembled and spilled across Bond's fingers.

"James..." he whimpered.

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At the first pulse Bond sank in deep and he was gone, utterly undone. He filled Q and spent himself there, leaving a livid mark where he was biting. He heaved every breath until he came back to himself, then he slowly withdrew.

"Let me untie you," he said softly, remembering Q's words that he needed to warn him of changes to the scenario.

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Q nodded, ready to be free and cared for.

He was trembling and sore, pleasure still thrumming though him, but aching. He was getting cold as well, goosebumps covering his bare skin as he forced himself not to let his knees fail him and leave him on the floor.

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Bond untied him and then jerked the blankets down. He carefully laid Q in the bed and then settled in beside him, gathering him in his arms.

"You did so well," he said, kissing Q's brow. "So well."

[quartermaster_q]

Q curled up against him instantly, arms wrapping around to embrace James tightly.

"You're not cross any more then?" he asked, his voice a little soft and raw still, though it was obvious he was just joking. He knew fine well it had just been a game.

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"Don't be silly," he said as he kissed him and caressed him softly. He hadn't realized how much he would need to come down as well, that he needed to hold Q and be tender and calm.

[quartermaster_q]

Q calmed slowly, warming up as he nuzzled at Bond's neck and kissed him lightly.

"Love you," he whispered. "Thank you for this."

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"I love you so much, Q," Bond replied quietly. "You don't need to thank me for anything...I quite enjoyed myself..."

[quartermaster_q]

"Did you?" Q asked, still worried, just a bit, if this was more for his benefit than Bond's own pleasure.

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"I did," he replied softly. "I love tying you up. Love having you at my mercy. I love that moment when I feel you give in..."

[quartermaster_q]

Smiling brightly, Q hid his face against Bond's neck. Moments of pure joy were rarely seen on the quartermaster's face. Even at his happiest, it tended to remain hidden beneath a faint smirk.

This moment of innocent and unmasked joy was a big step forward for him really. Proof that he felt safe with James.

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Bond couldn't see him, but he could feel the tension in his cheeks, and enjoyed the warmth and affection.

"Do you want to sleep a bit? There's not much else to do for now."

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"I am quite tired," Q confessed. "I should turn the camera off first though."

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"Mmm, yes. We don't need that footage, do we?" Bond chuckled softly.

[quartermaster_q]

Stretching lazily, Q sat up and then crawled towards the camera, shutting it off with the tap of a button before flopping against Bond again.

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He wrapped his arms around Q then and settled in under the man's weight.

"I love you, Q. So very, very much."

[quartermaster_q]

"I love you more," Q said softly. "I love you more than words can say..."

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"I don't need words," Bond assured him. "Just you. Just you like this. Forever."

[quartermaster_q]

"Or at least until the lockdown ends," Q agreed, yawning loudly, then allowing himself to drift off.