Bond + Harry

[cuppa_q]

 Q hated being in the field, if only because field + flying. Though, you know, the whole 'possibility of death or capture' thing wasn't very good either. Still, this mission had gone well enough and for once he and James were flying back together. Though given that Q tended to drug himself before a flight, he wasn't sure why it was so important to him that Bond be on the plane as well.

He was still groggy by the time they came home, leaning into Bond a bit as the two men made their way inside.

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[0_0_7]

Bond had an arm around Q and their meager baggage strapped over the other shoulder. He dropped them as soon as they were inside so he could help Q to the sofa.

"Lie down," he said. "I think you could have taken half of what you did."

He sounded just a bit amused.

He heard a sound and looked over.

"Oh, good. You're here," he said. "Q's wasted."

[lepidopterologist]

"You're home earlier than I was expecting," Harry said, "or I would have made more food." He'd just finished cooking.

Though when he came over, he looked concerned. "Why is he wasted? Did something go badly?"

[cuppa_q]

"I'm not wasted," Q huffed, though he did happily flop onto the sofa. "Bond's just jealous I slept through the flight."

[0_0_7]

"I don't understand how he can be afraid of commercial air. We were in first class, for God's sake," Bond chuckled.

[lepidopterologist]

"Oh, I see," said Harry, well aware of how Q felt about flying. After all, he'd been with him the time they'd gone to fetch Bond halfway across the world.

He walked over to the sofa and leaned over to kiss Q's forehead. "Are the pair of you hungry? I have potato stew on, it would only take a moment to cook some steak and some vegetables to go along with it."

[cuppa_q]

"Mmm, I could eat," Q confessed, smiling at the kiss. He'd slept through the meal on the plane after all.

[0_0_7]

"That would be amazing," Bond said. "I'm going to go freshen up. Do you have any coffee? Q could use a cup."

He grinned at how witty he was, wandering off to the bathroom to clean up.

[lepidopterologist]

"Do you want to tell me about the trip?" Harry asked as he headed towards the kitchen, though stopped in the doorway and added, "Or you can stay right there and wait for me to finish cooking."

[cuppa_q]

"I can't say much," Q admitted, though he did take his shoes off before toddling after Harry into the kitchen. In his currently sleepy state, the boffin was a tad bit clingy.

[lepidopterologist]

"Right, of course," Harry said as he opened the fridge to pull out steaks wrapped in paper, and a lovely broccoli stalk. "Well just the parts that have nothing to do with the job then." He looked over his shoulder at him and smiled. "I don't know, did you and Bond make love on the balcony of some ridiculously expensive hotel room?"

[cuppa_q]

"He doesn't pay me much mind when he's on a mission," Q admitted, perching himself on the counter to watch Harry cook. "The hotel was nice though, as was the balcony. He worked, I worked. ...I had a very nice omelette one morning. ...And I missed you, as did he, not that he's as likely to admit it."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry snorted, sounding amused. “He would not be, yes.”

The stew was done, so he went ahead and put some into a small bowl and set it in front of Q along with a spoon. “And as always, I missed you both.”

[cuppa_q]

Q took the soup with a smile, happy to eat after a long flight.

"Where you very busy while we were away?"

[lepidopterologist]

"Busier than I would like, I confess," Harry said. "I was... well honestly, I was doing your job, for Eggsy, but not terribly well. We still don't have a new Merlin." The last one had proven... untrustworthy. Good riddance. God he missed his Merlin.

[cuppa_q]

"If you need staff, I have people in my branch who might excel in a more lead position. I could give you a short-list," Q offered. "I'd like to think I've curated some of the best, and though It would be my loss, I would prefer knowing you and Eggsy were in good hands."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry considered this for a moment and then nodded. "I'll talk it over with the others. I certainly trust your judgment more than most people."

[cuppa_q]

Q smiled softly, returning his attention to the soup.

"Reckon he's onto manscaping yet, or still plucking his brows?" he asked with a playful grin. "My money's on manscaping, but only because I know he plucked the other day."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry chuckled as he put on a piece of steak that sizzled slightly in the pan. "Don't mock him, love, a gentleman is well groomed."

[cuppa_q]

"I bet you've never plucked your cock hairs to make sure it's framed just right," Q said. He wasn't often crude, so when he was it was nearly always meant to provoke. A bit of that youthful rebellion trickling in.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry looked over his shoulder at him and arched an eyebrow. "Rude," he said fondly.

[cuppa_q]

Q grinned, still eating his soup.

"I do try."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry began searing the broccoli. "Do remember that I'm the nice one," he added. "James might not find your ribbing so endearing."

[0_0_7]

"James might not what?" Bond asked as he padded out in just some soft, low slung pajama pants.

[cuppa_q]

Q just looked a bit smug and shrugged.

"Nothing, double-o seven," he replied, allowing himself to admire the other man for a moment.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry looked over his shoulder and found himself doing precisely the same thing, then cleared his throat and forced himself to go back to the steak before it overcooked.