James

May. 4th, 2022 09:44 am
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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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Date: 2022-05-04 08:04 pm (UTC)
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"No, we're going south a bit," he replied. "I thought getting out of town would be good. Really get away."

Date: 2022-05-04 08:29 pm (UTC)
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"I have a house in Brighton," he continued. "I have a lovely view of the water."

He'd called ahead to make it ready, stocked with food and drink. He was a little excited for Q to see it.

Date: 2022-05-04 10:49 pm (UTC)
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Bond looked over at him and smiled.

"I'm quite comfortable," he said. "My father was Sir Anthony Bond."

Q was so young, but Bond was sure he knew of Sir Bond and the scandalous 'accident' that had left James an orphan and sole heir to the fortune.

Date: 2022-05-04 11:54 pm (UTC)
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"I'm aware, Q," he said.

He paused to wet his lips.

"I spoil you and Harry, and I enjoy it. I can be hard on you. And in return I can give you all the best comforts."

Date: 2022-05-05 12:13 am (UTC)
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"Of course you do. The lifestyle I'm accustomed to is not something most people ever experience. Not even Harry," he said.

As they left London, a soft rain began to fall.

Date: 2022-05-05 12:21 am (UTC)
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"Yes. There's very little I don't get when I decide I want it," he nodded.

The wipers beat back and forth.

"Like you."

Date: 2022-05-05 12:35 am (UTC)
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Bond didn't laugh, he only looked over briefly.

"A thought I don't like to entertain."

Date: 2022-05-05 12:42 am (UTC)
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"How do you two feel about my time alone with each of you?" Bond asked. "No jealousy?"

Date: 2022-05-05 12:53 am (UTC)
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"I could never leave you," he said softly.

The wipers beat again.

"I'm rather in love with you, Quinton."

Date: 2022-05-05 01:03 am (UTC)
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"I do," he replied simply, softly.

Date: 2022-05-05 01:22 am (UTC)
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"You needn't say it back," Bond said quietly.

He knew his flaws. What sort of man he was. He knew Harry was one might fall in love with. Not him. Even now, trying to chat, he had so few words to say. He'd seen Q at his most vulnerable and yet he couldn't offer the younger man the same, it seemed.

Date: 2022-05-05 01:37 am (UTC)
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"Then you should be ready. It's quite the thing to admit," Bond replied. "I remember my first time"

Date: 2022-05-05 01:49 am (UTC)
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He knew this was his chance. An opportunity to share something of himself and open a bit.

"My wife, Theresa," he replied. "I loved her madly. We were young, I'd not reached Commander yet. She was perfect. Beautiful and kind, warm and witty. I would have moved the world for her," he said. He paused to swallow hard, then continued. "She was killed in a car accident on the way to our honeymoon."

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