cuppa_q | Bond

Taking a break from picking apart the computers in the Lab, Q was currently home alone- Bored. Bored was never a good thing for the boffin to be, it tended to get him in trouble, and he was currently making a mess in the bedroom, clothes all over the floor from where he'd been digging in the closet for the few tools he'd scavenged over the past few months. Between the piles of clothes were several deconstructed phones he'd found on the beach, all in various states of disrepair. ...And, of course, right in the center of the chaos sat Q himself.

He knew Bond wouldn't be impressed by the mess (Harry seemed less likely to mind), but that, on some level, was part of what he was up to. He was bored and irritating Bond was one way to entertain himself.

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In the time it took for Q to tidy, Bond had two cups of tea done up just the way Q liked. He carried them both into the bedroom and offered Q his favorite mug.

"This is better," he said. He could live with piles of things. For a while. "Do you enjoy the floor so much?"

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"More space to work," Q replied, pausing, then looking up. "I miss my lab."

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"I miss it, too," he replied. "I loved seeing all the toys you'd come up with."

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Q took his mug, holding it close to his chest. "I miss a lot of things, it seems. I thought I was content here."

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"I think you can be content and still long for things, Q. I think we can both agree being here is a huge disruption to our lives," Bond said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

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"I suppose," Q agreed, looking around at the piles of clothes and junk.

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"If you could have anything from home, anything at all, what would you want most?" Bond asked.

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"My laptop, I think. ...What about you? Some absurdly expensive drink or your car, I imagine," Q replied.

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"I'd really like my telly to play the news," he replied. "Between your laptop and my telly I think we wouldn't feel quite so cut off."

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"Except there's no wifi or digital broadcast," Q pointed out. "So we'd have toys that didn't work."

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"I'd only want them if they worked," Bond conceded. "Suppose I'll just have to wish for a bottle of good vodka, because like wifi and broadcast, my car would be useless without roads."

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"I'd settle for my workbench and tools, I suppose," Q sighed, sipping his tea.

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"The next time some sort of place turns up, we should see about setting you up with something," Bond said thoughtfully. "Some proper tools, a proper space. You could take over one of those flats in the basement as your own work area," he suggested.

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"Perhaps," Q nodded, though he didn't think he'd take another room.

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Bond nodded, then took a sip.

"Did I make your tea properly?"

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"It's perfect," Q assured him, moving closer and settling in against the other man's legs.

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Bond reached down to stroke Q's hair, happy to have him close.

"I may not be a chef, but I do pay attention to how you take your tea," he said.

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"You're very kind," Q assured him, taking another sip before discarding it and climbing onto the bed- And then Bond's lap.

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He carefully set his hot cup aside in favor of wrapping his arms around Q.

"Well..." he said. "This is decidedly better than tea. Hello."

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"Hello," Q said softly, resting his chin on Bond's shoulder. There was something youthful about it- Childish even, but he didn't care. He wanted this, to be close and feel loved and cherished.

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Bond played his fingers lightly up and down Q's back, then moved one hand lower to enjoy the curve of his ass.

"I assume you're comfortable there?" he asked with just a touch of amusement.

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"Very," Q said softly, nuzzling at him and wrapping his arms around him.

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He tilted his head to the side to give Q better access. Fingers kneaded into the supple flesh of his ass and Bond's arousal grew from even this small show of affection.