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Title: The Love Song of James Bond
Fandom: 00Q
Pairing: James Bond/Q
Rating: Explicit
Chapter 4
Lunch is a bit of a strained affair, mostly because James insists upon staring at Q across the dining room table and smirking as if he’d already won round one. “You know,” James intones, smirk still firmly in place, “I think there is a slight flaw in your plan.”
“And what is that?” Q asks, jumping a bit as he realizes that James has finished his plate and started playing footsie with him under the table. Clearly he isn’t taking this plan seriously.
“While we are doing all of this touching, what exactly are we supposed to be doing with our mouths? Do you actually think we have enough to talk about to last us three whole days, or would you like to reconsider your time frame?”
Q puts down his fork and raises his eyebrows at James. “You must be joking.” He stands up and walks over to James, holding out his hand. James takes it and gets up to trail along behind Q, allowing himself to be settled into one side of an overstuffed love seat in the living room area. Q trots over to grab a tablet off of his computer station and brings it over, settling himself so his back is resting against the arm and his legs are lying across James’ lap like it’s something he does every day. He picks up James’ arm and drapes it over his shoulder, angling his torso so he can lean against James’ chest.
“Comfy?” James asks in an indulgent tone.
“Very. Now seeing as you have yet again managed to destroy or lose all of your equipment, I’ve been thinking about what we should give you for replacements. I was going back over the files of my predecessors, and did they ever truly think a mini-rocket/cigarette was cutting edge tech? What did they do without me for all of these years, I ask you? Let’s start with your watch. Now, what sort of damage would you really like to be able to do with it?” Q asks with a devious grin as he powers up his tablet and wriggles in even closer, leaning his head against James’ shoulder.
Four hours later James suspects his arm is permanently asleep from the way Q is leaning on it, but he has to admit to himself that he is actually having fun. Q really is as brilliant as he claims and there is no reference to weapons or ammunition James can make that he doesn’t instantly understand and elaborate on. James has never gotten to give this much input into his own equipment before and he finds that the more he talks about it, about experiences he has had and what would have really helped save his ass at the time and how he got out of narrow scrapes, he is actually starting to feel better. He has even gotten Q laughing about M and her reactions to his unorthodox solutions to problems and every time he relates a story the fist around his heart loosens up the tiniest fraction. Five hours later Q declares himself hungry again and they are arguing as they prepare steaks.
“But Q, you’re supposed to give me whatever I need!” James declares as he flips the steaks in a frying pan.
“Whatever you need does NOT include a pen that converts into a hot tub! And even if it was, as I’ve been trying to explain for the past few hours, I cannot defy the laws of physics!” Q responds in an exasperated voice, waving a baguette around for emphasis.
“Humph, some quartermaster you’re turning out to be” James pouts in an exaggerated tone.
Q sets the bread down and slinks around behind James, slipping his hands under the hem of his sweatshirt and bringing them up to curl around the tops of James’ shoulders. “I think you’ll find I turn out to be an excellent quartermaster,” he purrs. “These hands can do more than design you a watch that can take out a city block you know.” He turns his head and nips at James’ ear playfully. “Maybe if you ask nicely after dinner I’ll show you. Oh, and I think our steak is burning.” He grins innocently as James swears and turns off the stove, and saunters off to set the table.
This time the meal isn’t at all awkward, it’s just charged with sexual tension. Q doesn’t taste a thing, his mind is too busy thinking that in a very short time he will have this man, who he has been infatuated with for years, in his bed and he can’t even kiss him. His plan is a good one, he knows that, but still…what the hell had he been thinking?!
For his part, James is just having fun watching Q squirm. He licks his knife slowly, eyes locked with Q’s, and wonders just where this game is heading. When they are finished he pushes his plate away and reaches across the table to brush his fingers along the back of Q’s hand. “So, how does this go?” His stomach does a little flip as Q’s expression goes from uncertain to one of confidence backed up with a concealed weapon. The look he gives James as his mouth quirks into a seductive smile is exactly zero parts blushing virgin. He swallows and thinks he may have underestimated the man.
“Now you come with me and I will learn your body until I can navigate it as easily as an operating system, make it obey me with a few strokes of my fingers, read your desires in it like code. Tonight will only be a start but by the time we leave this place you will know, absolutely, that no one else knows your body the way I do.” He takes James’ hand and begins leading him towards the stairs. “And when you are out there half a world away, exhausted and covered in someone else’s blood or sweat you will know that you have something better to come back to if you want it.”
He guides James upstairs into the bedroom, turns on the light and stops when they are standing next to the bed. “I’m going to take your clothes off now and then you can remove mine. I want to be clear that this isn’t about sex, James, not this time. I’m sure we’ll both get hard, maybe even reach orgasm, but that’s not the point. This is about familiarity, about comfort and trust. Okay?”
“Okay,” James responds, trying to relax but oddly apprehensive about the kind of closeness Q is describing.
“Good,” Q says, rewarding him with a kiss to the side of his mouth before he slowly pulls James’ sweatshirt off. “Relax,” he encourages as he runs warm hands down James’ chest to hook his fingers in the waistband of his pants.
“Lights on then?” James asks, feeling oddly exposed and upset that he doesn’t know why.
“Come now 007,” Q teases, “It’s not like either of us has anything to be ashamed of.” He steps back and pulls off his own navy sweater, cocking his hip and giving James a clear ‘come hither’ smile.
James is more than pleasantly surprised by Q’s body; he is fascinated. He had been expecting a sort of thin desk-job softness, but there is nothing soft about Q’s body except perhaps his skin which looks like it is smoothed over chiseled marble. All of his muscles are clearly defined, just not overly bulky. He reminds James of a dancer though he can’t say exactly why; it’s not as if he’s seen a lot of ballet. Or maybe a fencer- he definitely looks like he possesses a potentially lethal grace. James steps towards him and runs a finger along his collarbone. “I thought I got to strip you.”
“You looked like you were considering backing out and I really, really don’t want that. Besides, you’ll have plenty of chances. Now, may I?” Q asks, his hands back at James’ waistband. James nods so Q slides the sweatpants down his legs, lowering his own body as he does until he is kneeling as he slips them off each foot along with the socks. Instead of standing up again he leans his cheek against the inside of James’ hip and wraps his arms around James’ lower back.
James can feel Q’s breath against his already half-hard cock and he can’t suppress a tiny shiver of anticipation. He reaches down to tangle his fingers in Q’s unruly curls and Q makes a low sound of contentment. “What are you doing?” James asks, sliding his hand down to tilt Q’s head up to meet his eyes.
“Appreciating being here with you. Memorizing the moment,” he leans further into James’ palm, “the first touch of your bare skin against mine.” He unwinds his arms from James’ waist and slides his hands down so they are cupping James’ buttocks. “You are so very beautiful, James.”
James snorts in derision. “I’m a sure thing here Q, and pretty lies don’t become you.”
“No lies. Never about this. That needs to be an absolute agreement between us. We don’t say what we don’t mean, pretend to want or like what we don’t. Otherwise how is this different from what you can get anywhere else? I find you beautiful. Not beautiful like a flower: beautiful like a dagger’s edge, like blood on newly fallen snow, like a hawk diving for the kill.” He stands up again and lifts his hands up to scratch circles into the back of James’ head, noting that some of the tension immediately leaves his body. “This calms you. Good.” He continues to massage James’ skull as he asks, “Do you want to do something about my trousers now?”
James only smiles in response, reaching down to deftly undo Q’s belt, button and zipper and allowing everything to fall to the floor. Q kicks them off the rest of the way, glad he isn’t wearing socks or underwear especially when he sees the surprised look on James face.
Q simply bites his lip and shrugs, then slides his hands down slowly until they are wrapped lightly around James’ throat. James’ eyes instantly harden a fraction. He removes his hands and slides them down each of James’ arms to wrap around his wrists and pull them around to rest on his lower back. Now James is a coiled whip, so Q releases his hold and murmurs, “No bondage then.” He steps slightly back and crosses his own wrists in front of his chest, nodding at them suggestively. James reaches out questioningly and wraps his hands around Q’s wrists. Q lifts his arms up until they can’t go any higher and his entire body is stretched taut in James’ grip. This time James’ eyes darken and Q can actually see the pulse in his neck speed up. “Well, at least not on the receiving end,” he comments with a smirk.
“Oh that’s it,” James growls, maintaining his grip on Q’s wrists as he spins them around and shoves Q back onto the bed. “My turn.” He climbs up onto the bed and scoots up after Q who is- there is no other world for it- giggling as he scrambles backwards until he hits the headboard. James straddles Q’s thighs and reaches up to grab his flailing arms and pin them above his head, looking down at his playfully struggling quartermaster in mild confusion.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry it’s just…it was getting a bit serious there and this is supposed to be fun as well.” Q’s eyes sparkle as he tries to suppress his laughter. “And the look on your face right now…don’t you ever just have fun in bed?”
“I have fun. Sex is fun, right? Although if it is supposed to include this sort of ridiculousness maybe I’ve been missing something,” he says, releasing one arm so he can trail his fingers across Q’s chest and flick each of his pebbled nipples. Q sucks in a breath at that and James grins. “So, fun…” He leans down, unable to believe he is actually going to do this because what is he, five? But something in him wants to prove that he isn’t too old for whatever this is, so he licks teasingly down Q’s stomach then stops, seals his lips around the soft skin at the base of Q’s ribs and blows. Q instantly dissolves into peals of laughter, arching his back and half-heartedly trying to buck James off of him. James sits back and suddenly cant’ resist finding out if Q’s ribs are as ticklish as he suspects.
They are, and Q begins a panted litany of, “No no, James! Aah, stop it! This isn’t fair!” as he squirms and bucks delightfully beneath James. Finally James stops and lets Q catch his breath and when the younger man opens his eyes and focuses them on James they are full of joy and pleasure and something indefinable, and James’ neatly ordered world slips sideways for a moment. Q registers the change in atmosphere and sobers up slightly, struggling to sit up with a lap full of James. “Here, let me get out. But stay kneeling,” he says in a low voice full of promise.
James can’t re-position himself fast enough, and in a few seconds Q has straddled his lap and is kneeling with his legs on either side of James’ thighs. James hisses as their hard lengths brush against each other. “Ah, not that I’m complaining, but I thought you said something about not touching my cock.”
“Hmm,” Q has magically produced the bottle of massage oil and is in the process of pouring some into his palm. “I believe the implication was I wouldn’t be touching your cock with my hand.”
“Gotta love a good loophole,” James gasps as he looks down to watch Q spread oil onto his own darkening erection. He notes that they are of a size, though his own cock is slightly thicker. Then Q reaches around and spreads some of the oil onto James’ lower stomach before shifting his hips forward so their cocks slide together.
“Oh, oh, that’s…” Q presses his body even closer to James, moving his hands down to cup James’ ass and pull him in even closer with each slow undulation of their hips. James does the same, biceps straining as he tries to make Q go faster.
The friction is maddening, enough to feel amazing but just shy of perfect and James isn’t a teenager anymore so he doesn’t think this will be enough to get him off. That is until Q turns his head and begins licking and biting at James’ ear and one of his hands slips down to allow a finger to brush lightly against his asshole. James growls and his hips stutter and he can feel Q smiling against the responsive skin of his neck.
“Sensitive there, aren’t you? Oh yes, just like that, mmmm. Tomorrow maybe I’ll find out just how sensitive…would you like my clever fingers inside of you James? Hmmm, I’m going to have absolutely days to loosen you up, get you aching for me to finally slide inside of you.” He bites the skin at the base of James’ neck hard enough to leave a mark and James makes a needy sound in the back of his throat. “Or maybe you’re thinking about it the other way…wondering how many fingers I can take? Just so you are aware, the answer is…” He kisses his way back up James’ neck and purrs into his ear, “all of them.”
James makes a choked sort of noise that he will deny all the way to the grave, but damned if Q isn’t pushing all of his buttons. He pulls the maddening man closer still, relishing the way Q just groans and pumps his hips faster and oh yes, this is what he loves about being with another man. The knowledge that even if he does hurt him, Q isn’t going to care because he can take it. He is surprised to feel the first shocks of orgasm beginning to spiral through his system and he knows Q can feel it too because he doesn’t slacken his pace and tightens his grip on James’ ass. Just as his release crashes over him he feels the very tip of Q’s oil-slicked finger slip into him, then he falls back bonelessly onto the bed as his vision blacks out momentarily. When he opens his eyes it is to the vision of Q, his mouth slightly open and all of his muscles tensed up as he straddles James’ hips and pumps his cock into his fist. It is a mark of just how blissed out he is that James doesn’t even have the energy to complain as warm strings of cum coat his stomach and chest a few seconds later.
Q stays there above him, eyes closed and panting as he comes back to reality. When he does open his eyes up and look at James it is with an expression someone who is extremely pleased with himself. “Well, I’d say that counted as fun,” he says as he gets up and walks to the bathroom, returning with a warm wet towel that he uses to clean them up with. “Now, where was I?” He climbs back onto James and looks down at him intently.
“In case it slipped your notice Q, I’m not sixteen. It’s going to take me a minute to recover here,” James says sleepily.
“What? Oh no, no more sex. But now that I finally have you relaxed I can actually do what I set out to do in the first place,” he replies as he places his hands on James’ chest and begins massaging it. “Now you are comfortable and pliable, much more suited to my purpose.”
“Well you have the comfortable part right at least so sure, go ahead and explore. Don’t be offended if I fall asleep though,” James tells him as he closes his eyes.
Q merely hums his agreement and continues his slow mapping of James’ body. He pulls one hand at a time to him, running his fingers along the length of each of James’ then taking each one into his mouth slowly, sucking, swirling his tongue around and nipping gently, taking mental notes the entire time about what makes James’ stomach tense or his still soft cock twitch slightly in appreciation. He runs his lips down each of James’ arms, uses the massage oil to rub out any tension. Discovers that James has a thing for his inner wrists and the dip right above his collar bone. Kisses each of the scars covering James’ torso, suckles at his nipples and learns he only really likes the left one touched. Notes that James tenses when he runs fingers along the tops of his hips and not in an entirely good way. He slides down the bed and massages each muscular thigh, avoiding a few new bruises and kissing them softly before learning James likes it when he puts just enough pressure on the bruises to feel the gentle pain of it. He doesn’t get far into massaging his feet before he realizes James doesn’t particularly enjoy it so he slides back up his body to whisper, “turn over” in James’ ear.
James is more than half asleep by now but he complies with a contented sigh. Q continues his exploration, straddling James’ thighs as he massages the multitude of knots out of his back and following his hands with his lips, leaving no part of James unmarked by his kisses. He smiles as James practically purrs while he gently massages his ass and runs the tip of his tongue teasingly down the enticing cleft. He continues his ministrations until he reaches the bottoms of James’ feet again, then grabs an extra blanket and pulls it up over them since James is too far gone to climb under the covers. He lies down next to James and breathes in his scent, traces words onto his back with his fingertips, confident that James is fully asleep. He writes, “You’re beautiful,” and “I think I could love you,” and just before he falls into sleep himself, one leg thrown over James’ and an arm across his back he traces, “you destroy me.”