James - Winter GP

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Q attempted to be casual as he looked James over, but he couldn't really hide the way his gaze lingered.

"I'll feed the cats while you sort yourself a drink then," the boffin offered, wetting his lips with a thoughtful flick of his tongue and carrying one of the balls of fur off to the kitchen.

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"And pity on them, nowhere near as perfect as us," he smirked.

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"As you," Q countered softly, squeezing Bond's hand and wondering what the agent had in mind as he followed him.

"You're not just planning on tucking me in, are you? I feel like we were just making progress. You want me to wear glasses and call you Sir- We're still unclear on the feet thing, and I'm fairly certain you're not keen on me in a skirt," he teased.

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"You know, now that you've put the image of my head...you in a skirt might be tempting to see," he teased.

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Q bit his lip, then considered James for a moment.

"I might, actually, have one," he admitted. "Though I'd like it known it wasn't bought for naughty reasons. Q branch had a fancy dress party and a bunch of us went as school girls from- I'm not even going to name it, you'll not know any anime, but- Um, I could put it on, if you wanted a look."

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Bond was silent for a long moment, utterly stoic. But his mind ran through idea after idea of how Q might look as a school girl.

He wet his lips.

"Alright," he said, not trusting himself to say anything more.

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Q wasn't sure how to interpret that calm, but he nodded.

"Give me ten minutes, then meet me in the bedroom," he said, getting up and leaving the double-o on the sofa.

It took a moment to find the costume, and he tugged it out along with an old box. It was easy enough to pull on the school uniform, but he spent some time digging through the box of toys he'd once indulged in in the bedroom, fishing out a pair of lace briefs he'd not worn in some time.

If they were going to be bold, why not go all the way

Dressed, he nudged the box halfway back into the closet before sitting down on the bed and waiting.

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Somehow, miraculously, Bond nursed his vodka for ten entire minutes. But then it was gone and he rose to go find Q. He wasn't certain what he'd been expecting but when he opened the door all he could do was admire Q for a long moment.

"Now call me sir," he urged.

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Q hesitated, then carefully crossed his legs.

"Alright, sir," he purred.

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That sent a chill through him. He'd been nearly hard just thinking about this. The reality of it had him full and aching.

"That looks...very good."

He suddenly needed a drink of water, he thought.

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"You think so?" Q asked, looking unsure and glancing down at his pale legs. "Kind of you to say."

He smoothed his skirt, then stood up and made his way over to Bond.

"It's certainly something new and interesting. I do like a bit of that."

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Bond reached down to Q's bare thigh and ran his palm up, lifting the hem of the skirt.

"A bit of that keeps things fresh," he agreed, closing the distance with a kiss.

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Q let out a little gasp at the touch, a sound that faded into a moan as they kissed.

Fresh was good. Fresh was fun. Q was so easily bored, he liked being kept on his toes.

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Bond's touch kept rising until he felt the softness of Q's pants. He pulled away and looked into Q's eyes with a seductive half smile.

"Aren't you just full of surprises?" he purred.

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Q blushed slightly, then smiled. "Like I said, fresh and interesting."

Growing bolder, he pressed up against the other man. "Have to keep you interested, don't I, sir?"

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"You've never had any problem with keeping me interested," Bond assured him. "But this is a very nice surprise."

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Q nuzzled a little at his jaw, then pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling away.

"So, what next, sir?" he asked, feeling a bit more confident now.

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Bond stepped back, and back, then sat on the bed.

"I think you should dance for me," he said.

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Q looked surprised, then laughed nervously.

"Oh, um, I don't- I can't dance, James," he confessed. "Two left feet."

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"New and interesting," Bond countered. "Give it a bit of a try."

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Q hesitated, but did move a little- An awkward little sway, quite uncoordinated.

Blushing, he looked away and stopped. "Sorry to dash your hopes of having a poll put in."

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"Dashed," he nodded, then beckoned Q to come to him on the bed.

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Q made his way over and perched himself on James' lap, slipping his arms round him.

"I'll have to find other ways to be alluring," he said, smiling faintly and starting to kiss his way down Bond's neck.

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"I've no doubt you'll find something," Bond sighed, tipping his head back.

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"I've got a box of toys and bookmarked lists of fetishes on the laptop. I can keep the three of us entertained for decades," he promised, nipping at James's neck, then pushing him back onto the bed.

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He laid back and got comfortable. He ran his palms up and down Q's thighs.

"I've no doubt you'll keep things spicy," he said as fingers crept higher to stroke his pants again.