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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Q was right to be wary. Bond ran his hand, strong and hot, along the boffin's back, then roughly grabbed his ass.

"Arms over your head," he commanded.

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Q flinched, but after a beat obeyed, stretching his arms up over his head.

His heart beat a bit faster, and he wasn't sure if he was eager or afraid. Part of him wanted this- But the rest of him disliked being nothing more than a body for Bond. Though wasn't this what he'd fantasized about once upon a time? Was this so far from the dirty thoughts that had invaded his thoughts as he'd watched James on missions and lingered in his ear in the field?

How many times had he tucked his chair in just a bit more at his desk to hide the way his body reacted to the double-o at his worst?

Why did it feel wrong now? Why couldn't he simply allow himself to indulge in the worst of his desires?

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All Bond knew was what he could see. Q really was lovely, and could be so sweetly obedient. Bond didn't trust this at all.

His fingers found a nipple and took hold, squeezing slowly and painfully hard.

"I mean, really, I should think only your hands should be off limits. Hmm?"

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Q yelped, the sound fading to a whimper.

"Don't," he said softly, hands coming down to guard himself, though he had no idea what James even had in mind.

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That earned him an immediate brutal smack on his ass.

"Arms up," he demanded again.

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Q flinched, but obeyed, lifting his arms again and going still.

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"Good. Good," Bond purred. He stepped up against Q's back and reached around to take him in hand. At the same time he dipped in to bite Q's neck. With the mask, in theory, Q could be anyone. Except Bond's only fantasies were about Q anymore. He'd never mistake him for anyone else.

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Q squirmed a bit, rocking back against him.

"My arms are getting tired," he complained.

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"That's the point," Bond said, slowly stroking Q as his hot breath feathered across a sore shoulder.

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Q whimpered softly, then fell silent as he bucked slightly into Bond's touch.

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Bond stopped stroking and simply held him, his grip getting tighter and tighter by fractions.

Then he let go entirely.

He ran his hands up Q's arms from his pits to his elbows, then gently encouraged him to put his arms down.

"Nicely done."

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Q leaned into him, resting heavily against the agent as the mood shifted slightly.

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Bond moved his arms down, then put gentle pressure on his shoulders.

"On your knees now," he ordered. "You knew this was coming. I think you want it."

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The boffin protested quietly, then sank down onto his knees.

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Bond shover his pajama trousers down and took hold of the mask. He guided his cock into Q's open mouth.

It was quite the sight to behold. Just his cock, the edge of a lip, and black leather. It was all so anonymous and tawdry. Bond almost felt a bit guilty for enjoying this so much.

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It was hard to breathe like this, and Q did panic just a little before easing into it and finding a way to service the other man without cutting off his airflow completely.

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Bond watched, weak kneed, as Q put some effort into it. It was obscene and beautiful and just a bit twisted and he knew if he didn't look away he'd come and be useless.

He abruptly pulled away from Q's mouth, took his cock in hand and smacked Q's masked cheek with it.

"You're rubbish at that," he scolded.

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Q gasped, then spat at James' feet.

"Liar," he replied calmly.

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Bond made as if to smack him again, but instead he dragged the head of his cock along Q's bottom lip.

"Absolute rubbish," he assured him.

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With the hood on Q couldn't see what James was doing, but he drew away defiantly at the feeling of the double-o's cock against his lip.

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Bond took a step back, mostly to compose himself. It did give him a good view of Q there, on his knees, hands bound before him.

"Touch yourself," he said. "Show me."

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"What if I refuse?" Q asked.

He couldn't see, but he still tilted his chin up, looking far too proud for someone currently bound and kneeling.

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Bond's only answer was to punch him in the jaw. It wasn't bad, he could have surely delivered a much harder blow, but it surely conveyed the point of who was in charge.

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Q wasn't sure what he'd expected, but it wasn't that. Without any visual indication of what was coming he'd been unable to move with it or take it with any kind of grace- And so the boffin crumpled slightly at James' feet.

It was a shock, truly, and it took Q back to a time he'd tried to leave far behind him.

His shoulders shook, and before he could stop himself a small sob escaped him.

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"A bit too far," Bond said to himself as he dropped to one knee to check on Q.

"Come on, now. Let's get the kit off," he said, starting with the cuffs he could easily reach.