Bond

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Q wasn't completely clear on what was happening with the board. All he knew was there had been some sort of scandal, and that Henry Devon was stepping down and that Victor Rooks had been invited to take his place. ...And that the man had requested a brief one on one with him. What Q didn't know, however, was that the scandal had been orchestrated by Rooks himself, after having learned about Bond's new found influence on his son.

The man was prompt, and Q returned to his office to find Vincent waiting.

"Dr. Mills," Rooks smiled, rising from his seat and offering his hand. "A pleasure to finally meet you. I fear we didn't have much chance to speak at Dr. Lecter's dinner party.

Q smiled, taking the offered hand and shaking before inviting the man to sit again.

The meeting was brief, and Q was thrilled to learn that Rooks was eager to invest in overhauling the part of A&E not covered by the pediatric expansion, as well as the ambulance bay. All he wanted in return was to have it all named in his honour. Something Q was more than happy to agree to. Rooks even offered to have paperwork done and the funds transferred while they went and had lunch at a restaurant the man favoured. Q generally had his lunch in his office, but the man was already discussing how he'd like to have the morgue done up next, and Q had been desperate to even get the board to consider adding that to his personal wish list for the hospital.

How could he say no?

As a result his lunch ran a bit late, and he had found himself texting James, telling the other man to head home without him, that he'd see him tonight. 

He was in a sparkling mood by the time he got home though, looking around for Harry, who seemed to be working late, then finding Bond in his room.

"You'll never believe what happened today!" the young doctor grinned, practically pouncing on James.

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Bond slipped his arms around him and smiled indulgenty.

"Do tell," he said warmly. "You had a good day?"

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Q nodded, settling in and telling James all about the board, and Victor Rooks' generous donation, as well as his plans for the morgue.

"Can you believe it? He's already signed the check. We're meeting again next week so he can tour the morgue and we can start work there as well. ...It's a dream come true."

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"Rooks would do more good as a resident of the morgue," he replied, his lips a tight line. He tried to school his expression, but Bond seemed almost personally insulted.

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Q rolled his eyes. "This is good, James. The ambulance bay would have had to wait until at least next year if he hadn't stepped in, and I don't even know when the morgue would have gotten added to the list. At the very minimum, it's one less fundraiser to hold."

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"Proceed with caution, Q. He's going to want more than his name on the wall," he said.

He thought a moment, then added, "One less fundraiser is good..."

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"I think you're just jealous he's going to have his name on the wall of your department," Q teased, deliberately winding Bond up now as he playfully tugged on his tie.

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Q's enthusiasm was charming and Bond was helpless to resist. As the younger man loosened his tie, a tiny smile tugged at his lips.

"What if I gave you enough to put my name there?" Bond asked, mostly teasing. Mostly.

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Q wasn't about to undo contracts just to sooth Bond's ego, and so he gently nudged the conversation in another direction.

"Wouldn't you rather have your name on me?" Quinton suggested playfully.

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"On you?" Bond asked, thawing a bit and wrapping his arms around him.

"On paper? Or on your skin?"

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"Whichever you'd rather, I suppose," Q offered, a bit aroused by the thought of James marking him in some way.

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"Mmm," he purred softly. "I'll keep that in mind."

He jerked him close, rough and possessive.

"I think I may need to do that."

It was too bad Rooks couldn't know.

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Q was supple and compliant, moving with him and easing against him.

"That reminds me though... Why were you chatting with that student at Dr. Lecter's party?" he asked. "You seemed to be turning the charm on... A bit inappropriate, given I was right there."

He'd been so busy this past week or so that he'd never had time to bring it up, but now that he'd been reminded he felt a bit ruffled by it all over again.

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"Money, Q. I was talking to him about money," he replied. "You don't have any cause to worry about my fidelity."

He pulled him closer again.

"Though I dare say my head nurse raised more funds than I did."

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"He's a med student, they don't have money," Q replied, frowning slightly.

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Bond snorted softly.

"No. None of them do," he smiled in amusement.

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Q drew away a little, sitting on Bond's knee still, but only just.

"Right," he said flatly. "So you were discussing money with a student, because...?"

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"Because I was about to outbid his father. He led me to believe that if I did, his father would...take it out on him. And that moved to conversation of how he's dependant on Rooks for money. He has it better than most students, but without that man, he'd have nothing," he explained.

As he spoke he studied Q, taking in the shape of his brow, the curve of his mouth.

"I was in his position once. Somewhat. I feel for the lad."

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"Meaning you were also speaking to Leo Rooks. That's not the young man I saw you with," Q replied, then frowning. "You do understand why this bothers me, yes? Also, I'd really prefer you stay out of the Rooks' private affairs. Vincent Rooks might be our only hope at getting the board fully on my side."

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Bond loosened his hol and looked into Q's eyes.

"Explain to me what bothers you," he said gently. "The Rooks boy's family issues aside, is it that I was talking to younger men? Because Eliot and I talked about his upcoming A&E rotation. I wasn't flirting, or if I did, it was unintentional. They're...they're children, Q. They're much too young."

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Q was silent for a long moment, then shrugged.

"I just worry you're bored of me already, James. That I'm not interesting enough."

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"Oh, Quinton," he said softly, reaching to cradle his face. "Never. I wanted you. And I have you. Why would I though away a precious, perfect thing for someone who doesn't know...anything. About anything. Their naivety is, hmm. It's...antisexual. Truly repelling."

He smiled, amused at himself.

"You, though. Your mind is almost sexier than your ass."

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Q couldn't help himself, and he slowly melted into the other man's touch.

"Alright," he said softly, clearly won over by the other man's words. "I love you," he added quietly, leaning in to steal just one little kiss.

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Bond kept his hand on his face and kept him close so the kiss could linger.

"I love you isn't enough to tell you how I feel," he said. "I adore you, Quinton. With every atom in my body."

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"I prefer it when you show me," Q said, the words barely a whisper against Bond's lips. They both knew what he meant by it too- Q wasn't daydreaming of roses and chocolate. Though, well, he'd gladly have those after.

He kissed James again, then again, slipping an arm around him.

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"Would you like to go downstairs and celebrate today's little victory?" he offered. His hand trailed down Q's neck and along his shoulder.