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]

"You're probably right," Bond said, taking hold of Q's ankles to make him lay on the bed properly, with enough room for he and Harry.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry chuckled, but just continued stripping out of his clothes, pausing to fold his trousers and shirt before putting them in the hamper.

[cuppa_q]

"No, no clothes," Q said as Bond pulled him into place so he was no longer taking up an absurd amount of space. "Tell Harry not to get dressed."

[0_0_7]

"I guess no pyjamas for you, old man," he chuckled. "So says his highness."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry, now only in his boxers, turned towards them and arched a brow. "Any other commands?"

[cuppa_q]

"Yes. Everyone should be naked. And then you two should kiss, and then I should get kissed, and then... I don't know. Kissing, bodies, all very lovely," Q decided.

[0_0_7]

"I'm never letting you take that many again," Bond said. He hooked his thumb in his pyjama bottoms and pushed them down. He'd not bothered with pants.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry found it a bit endearing, actually, and he was smiling when he walked over to the bed. And per Q's request, he leaned over and kissed Bond.

[cuppa_q]

"Hot," Q grinned, happily watching the pair.

[0_0_7]

Bond twisted to face him and brought up a hand to cradle the back of Harry's head. He kissed him deeply, because he wanted to just as much as for Q's enjoyment.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry kissed him back, losing himself in it for a moment. And found that it really turned him on to know that Q was enjoying watching them.

[cuppa_q]

Q let the show linger, very much enjoying it, but soon started to feel left out.

"Hey, and me. I'm here."

[0_0_7]

"He's like a cat," Bond whispered against Harry's lips, then looked to Q.

"So you are," he smirked, hands moving over Harry.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry knew full well that Bond was trying to antagonize Q in a teasing sort of way, but Harry still found it very difficult to deny Q anything. He held out one of his hands. "Come here," he murmured.

[cuppa_q]

"I'm not a cat," Q huffed, moving closer to Harry and pouting at James.

Though once he was close to Harry he forgot his upset in favour of kissing his way along the line of Harry's shoulder.

[0_0_7]

"Just like a cat," Bond replied.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry didn't even hear Bond. His eyes fluttered closed. It wasn't terribly often that he was the center of attention, and having both of their hands on him was intoxicating. He let his fingers slide into Q's hair.

[cuppa_q]

Q let out a content sigh, kissing his way down Harry's chest.

[0_0_7]

With Q out of the way a bit, Bond moved in to kiss Harry again.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was surprised by Bond's continued attention, even if he knew it was partly to get a rise out of Q. But he kissed him back, a little moan escaping him, even as he petted Q's hair and shivered at the touch of his lips on his skin. When the kiss broke he said breathlessly, "The two of you might break me..."

[cuppa_q]

Q was surprised too, accustomed to being favored by both men, and he moved a little out of the way, watching them. He didn't speak, assessing the situation curiously.

[0_0_7]

Bond kissed him just a bit longer, but then he realized the warmth of Q's body was gone. He reached out and slipped his arm round his waist to draw him back.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry had never told Q that once, in one of the rare moments when he and Bond had been together without Q, he'd told Bond he loved him. He assumed Bond hadn't told him either. He didn't expect Bond to feel the same way (and he certainly hadn't said it at the time), but there was almost a relief in having admitted his own feelings. There was a symmetry to it. What Harry felt for Q was something special, something he'd never felt before. But feeling something for Bond made this whole thing somehow make more sense.

With Q's hair no longer under his hand, Harry murmured when the kiss broke, "Q... tell us what you want."

[cuppa_q]

Q let himself be pulled back in, leaning into Bond a little now.

"I don't know," he admitted, "I was just looking. Observing."

[0_0_7]

"I don't mind an audience," Bond said, then he moved away and climbed into the bed.