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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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.

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Q loosened his little striped tie, then quirked a brow as he cautiously caught one of James' wrists. He wasn't sure the double-o would go for it as he reached for the other.

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Bond gave Q a curious look, but surrendered to what he was doing.

"Is your hair long enough for pigtails?" he asked as he crossed his wrists.

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"Not likely," Q said, binding Bond as best he could. "Shall I grow it?" he offered, letting go of James' bound hands and playing with the hem of his own skirt.

He was curious to see how much teasing the double-o could take before he broke free.

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"I'm not sure that would be acceptable by the Six grooming guidelines," he replied. The knot was good. Nothing he couldn't work his way out of, though. Which he imagined was the point.

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"I've never been much for rules- But I do hate having to style my hair. Best to leave it be," Q mused, lifting his skirt higher so James could see his lacey pants- And his already eager and erect cock.

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Bond gasped and pulled against his restraint, eager to touch Q.

"Naughty," he accused.