James

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 James had suggested a little weekend trip, and though Q was reluctant to leave the hospital, the other man could be dreadfully convincing. So convincing that he was currently sitting in the passenger seat of a dreadfully posh car, his luggage tucked away in the boot, and not a clue as to where they might be headed.

"We're not going to the airport, are we?" he asked. "I don't fly."

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Q met him halfway, kissing him soundly, his fingers wrapped around his cock now.

"Want you," he murmured.

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"You're naughty," Bond chuckled into the kiss. He shifted a bit in a vain attempt to get closer.

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"I'm an absolute heathen," Q agreed with a grin, undoing his seatbelt to move closer.

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Bond reached for a button and the wheel telescoped to the dash, giving him more room to rip away his belt to clash with the younger man.

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"We could go in the back. ...There's more room to play in the back," the boffin tempted- Not just because he was wary of ending up with a gear stick jamming into his thigh.

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"Brilliant idea," he agreed. He didn't want to move away, but he did.

The back seat did, indeed, have more room.

Once Q joined him, he reached for him to ruck up his shirt and caress him as he lunged in for another hungry kiss.

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Back here Q could get closer, tugging at James' clothes as the windows started to fog and the rain outside grew louder.

"Want you," he said, fighting with the buttons on Bond's shirt.

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Bond tugged Q's shirt up to enjoy the soft warmth of his skin. He craved the taste of him and his lips and neck were fair game.

"I can tell," he said softly. "Can you tell I want you, too..."

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"Yes," Q gasped, helping James as he peeled off his shirt and then moved in to kiss him once again as he tried to pull the other man's trousers down.

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Bond fought Q's clothes to get to his skin. The rain pounded the roof as Bond moved to push Q into the corner. His weight pinned him there.

"I love you," he said, the words coming so much easier this time.

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"I love you too," Q gasped, fingers tangling in James' hair as he arched against him. "I love you, James."

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Once he had Q's fly open, Bond shoved his trousers down and took him in hand. He felt like a bloody teenager, fumbling in the back seat.

A car flew past them and Bond looked up to make sure it wasn't stopping.

"This is so reckless," he chuckled, then was on Q again.

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"Reckless can be fun," Q gasped, bucking into his touch.

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He wasn't wrong. It was a thrill like he hadn't felt in years. He stroked Q a few more times, then moved so he could bend over him and swallow him down.

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"Fuck," Q swore, fingers tangling in James' hair as he thrust up into the velvet heat of his mouth.

"James... Oh my god, James..."

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His name said breathless and needy urged him on. No teasing, no taunting. Bond moaned around his mouthful, driven to get Q off.

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"Don't make me come," the boffin begged. "Please, I want to feel you inside me, James."

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But Bond didn't stop until Q swelled in his mouth, his pulse thrumming against Bond's tongue. Then he let go and grabbed his balls, squeezing carefully.

"Calm down," he ordered. His other hand tugged at the man's clothes to help him squirm out of his trousers.

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Q whimpered in frustration, scrambling to undress all while searching for more contact.

"I need you," he gasped. "You've no idea what you do to me, Bond."

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"I think I can tell," he replied. Bond took hold of him and jerked him closer, leaving him wedged in with his head on the armrest.

He slicked his fingers and pressed them in.

"My mouth is dry," he said as he fucked him with one wet finger.

"You should help me out. Get yourself ready," he said then, knowing Q would obey, no matter how humiliating.

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Q held his gaze, then slipped his fingers in his mouth, wetting them as best he could before moving to prepare himself for the other man.

It was obvious he was embarrassed, but that didn't stop him. He wanted this, wanted James. In that moment there was nothing he needed more than to feel the other man inside him.

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Watching Q's hand was the most erotic thing he'd seen in some time and for a long moment he watched. His mouth wet, Bond spit in his hand to slick his cock.

"Good enough," he said, brushing his hand away so he could guide himself into place and push in.

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Q let out a sharp gasp that faded to a whimper, holding on tight as the other man slipped inside. The car door was right behind him, molded plastic digging into his neck and shoulders.

"Fuck," he panted softly, his nails digging into the other man's arms.

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"God, I love your mouth," he groaned, driving into him hard, but shirt. He didn't have much room, so he hooked Q's leg and hitched one knee over his shoulder. With his arm across the back of the seat, holding him in place, Bond could take hold of Q's cock.

"Don't you ever wonder why I don't gag you?" he asked.

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"I'm not usually thinking that much once you're inside me," Q said, covering Bond's hand with his own as his back arched and he clenched around the other man's cock.